Arkie John
Active member
I began my quest for local treasure in 1970, while stationed in San Diego, being held captive for four years and two months by the United States Navy. There was a little treasure/coin store on the north end of 30th Avenue that truly mystified me to no end. He had oddles of old gold and silver that he made jewelry from, lots of displays of countless interesting items. Treasure magazines and best of all a fledgeling bunch of guys willing to pay the price to be in such a fraturnity. Each had pockets full of the same stuff I saw in the window displays!
This guy had all kinds of really neat stuff he had pulled from the ground, using a gizmo that was an off-shoot of an old army mine detector. He just called it a "metal detector." It was slick. It had a non-waterproof coil that was mounted on the end of a telscoping aluminum pole. At the other end was a box about 6" cubed (almost) with a single scale for battery strength, an on/off switch and a sensitivity switch. It was straight TR (no discrimination). It had a most uncomfortable pistol grip that made your wrist tired after about 30 minutes of use. The thing weighed a bunch so after holding it at the correct scanning angle, it wasn't long before the wrist gave out. It took an eternity to save enough for that thing, but the day finally arrived and I was IN.
I dug a bunch of junk, as I do now, but I had no choice then. I also dug a bunch of silver coins just about any place I wanted to hunt. This detector was made in Gardena, CA and it was called a Goldac (nice ring to it, huh?) I dared take it to the beach and found a bunch of jewelry--enough to keep my in gold for jewelry making (I was a prosthetic dental technician)pay me back the whopping $150.00 I paid for it. That came fairly soon after the purchase. So that kinda stuff just doesn't happen anymore, right???? Think again.
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Just before leaving for Georgia and South Carolina, I purchased a Garrett Ace 250 for $200.00. Even though I had read rave after rave about the little devil, I still thought is was a tad above the Radio Shack detectors. But I bought it anyway. I didn't take it on the trip, but now with I had.
When I arrived back home, I took it out--its been three times now--all three times at the local beaches. I've had great times with it, collecting over $16.00 in clad, a solid silver heavy chain with a pretty crucifix on it, a half-dozen rings--one of which is expensive. It is woman's ring...a class ring from Texas City High School, alumni 1991, with the initials plainly visible on the inside of the band. Also plainly visible are the two beautiful diamonds (maybe a third K), one on either side of a big topaz oval centerpiece. The ring itself is 10K. I WOULD post a photo of it but I promised Gary I wouldn't bad-mouth his software again. Besides, I'm in a perfectly good mood and I don't want to spoil it.
I am making progress at locating the original owner. If I don't find her, guess what? The detector is paid for ALREADY....And if I DO find her, the satisfaction of knowing that I had a little bit to do with her being happy, is quite priceless.
So, in closing, I don't find quite the silver I once did. But this hobby is so unique and rewarding. Between turkey seasons, it is an instant cure for the yearning of the woods. I just get my little machine and head for the beach for a little swishing.
The diamond ringy thingy...the gold thingy...the excitement with every belltone, it's what keeps this old guy going in the "off season."
The sailor's uniform came and went. The army uniform came and went. Queen No. 1 (my first wife) came and went (along with my treasure chest full of goodies
). The first set of kids came and went. My knees come and go, sporadically, but this metal detecting thing...well, I reckon I'll quit with the ole' knees finally wear out completely. Tomorrow, right after sun-up, Ms V and I will be on Lake Greeson, at the beach at Kirby Landing, looking for that NEXT piece of GOOD jewelry. I'll be lookin' and she'll be relaxin'. It's better than buying scratch-offs or lotto tickets. I KNOW when I go out, that I will be a winner, one way or the other. I might even make someone that lost a class ring long ago, a very happy person. But wish me luck anyway, how 'bout it?
Thanks for comin' along, one more time. <><
aj
This guy had all kinds of really neat stuff he had pulled from the ground, using a gizmo that was an off-shoot of an old army mine detector. He just called it a "metal detector." It was slick. It had a non-waterproof coil that was mounted on the end of a telscoping aluminum pole. At the other end was a box about 6" cubed (almost) with a single scale for battery strength, an on/off switch and a sensitivity switch. It was straight TR (no discrimination). It had a most uncomfortable pistol grip that made your wrist tired after about 30 minutes of use. The thing weighed a bunch so after holding it at the correct scanning angle, it wasn't long before the wrist gave out. It took an eternity to save enough for that thing, but the day finally arrived and I was IN.
I dug a bunch of junk, as I do now, but I had no choice then. I also dug a bunch of silver coins just about any place I wanted to hunt. This detector was made in Gardena, CA and it was called a Goldac (nice ring to it, huh?) I dared take it to the beach and found a bunch of jewelry--enough to keep my in gold for jewelry making (I was a prosthetic dental technician)pay me back the whopping $150.00 I paid for it. That came fairly soon after the purchase. So that kinda stuff just doesn't happen anymore, right???? Think again.
******************************
Just before leaving for Georgia and South Carolina, I purchased a Garrett Ace 250 for $200.00. Even though I had read rave after rave about the little devil, I still thought is was a tad above the Radio Shack detectors. But I bought it anyway. I didn't take it on the trip, but now with I had.
When I arrived back home, I took it out--its been three times now--all three times at the local beaches. I've had great times with it, collecting over $16.00 in clad, a solid silver heavy chain with a pretty crucifix on it, a half-dozen rings--one of which is expensive. It is woman's ring...a class ring from Texas City High School, alumni 1991, with the initials plainly visible on the inside of the band. Also plainly visible are the two beautiful diamonds (maybe a third K), one on either side of a big topaz oval centerpiece. The ring itself is 10K. I WOULD post a photo of it but I promised Gary I wouldn't bad-mouth his software again. Besides, I'm in a perfectly good mood and I don't want to spoil it.
I am making progress at locating the original owner. If I don't find her, guess what? The detector is paid for ALREADY....And if I DO find her, the satisfaction of knowing that I had a little bit to do with her being happy, is quite priceless.
So, in closing, I don't find quite the silver I once did. But this hobby is so unique and rewarding. Between turkey seasons, it is an instant cure for the yearning of the woods. I just get my little machine and head for the beach for a little swishing.
The diamond ringy thingy...the gold thingy...the excitement with every belltone, it's what keeps this old guy going in the "off season."
The sailor's uniform came and went. The army uniform came and went. Queen No. 1 (my first wife) came and went (along with my treasure chest full of goodies
Thanks for comin' along, one more time. <><
aj